Rose is an introverted, bitter, grumpy (though not after sex on a sunny Sunday morning at 11am), arrogant intellectual slut you wouldn’t want to know (and she wouldn’t want to know you either).
No, actually she would want to know you. For observational purposes. Although, after half an hour’s observation, she’d probably get bored.
Rose is the worse half of nearly everybody, the one only the bathroom mirror knows about. She thinks most people are fairly thick (compared with her, naturally). She boasts a lot (but only to her cat). She’s self-righteous, bitchy and she forgets things at meetings, but that’s ok because she’s so brilliant there isn’t ROOM in that head for every damn irrelevant detail!
She works in the office of the living dead and earns just enough money to buy el cheapo anti-ageing treatments and sometimes get her eyebrows waxed (while her kids eat pizza for dinner and go to school without shoes – never mind, that’s what the Salvos are for).
She is hoping that one day her badly brought up children will buy her a mansion in which to live out her anti-social old age, carping and generally spreading malice and ill will to mankind.
Oh,and she’s not beautiful. That’s a quote from Muriel’s Wedding. If she were beautiful she’d probably be much less bitter and twisted, also perhaps married to one of those guys everybody wants, the handsome ones who do what they’re told most of the time and buy flowers. That grinding noise is her teeth.
You can view another of Rose’s revolting alter-egos here!